Merrily We Roll Along - Opening Doors Lyrics

2012 New York City Center Encores!
Merrily We Roll Along the Musical - Opening Doors Lyrics


Frank:
How’s it going?

Charley:
Good. You?

Frank:
Fair.

Charley:
Yeah, tell me.

Frank:
Chinese laundry.

Mary:
Hi.

Frank:
Mary.

Charley:
Say hello.

Mary:
(sings) I think I got a job.

Frank:
(spoken) where?

Mary:
True romances.

Frank:
Posing?

Mary:
Thank you, writing captions.

Frank:
What about the book?

Mary:
What about the book?

Frank:
Nothing, are you working on the book?

Mary:
Yes…

Frank:
Good.

Mary:
No…

Frank:
Mary

Mary:
Right, I know, yes, me and balzac...

Charley:
I finished the one-act.

Frank:
I got an audition —

Mary:
I started the story.

Frank:
— rehearsal pianist.

Charley:
So where are we eating?

Mary:
I’m moving to playboy.

Frank:
The publisher called me.

Charley:
I’m doing a rewrite.

Mary:
My parents are coming.

Frank:
I saw “my fair lady.”

Charley:
I rewrote the rewrite.

Frank:
I sort of enjoyed it.

Mary:
I threw out the story.

Charley:
I’m meeting an agent.

All:
We’ll all get together on sunday.

We’re opening doors,
Singing, “here we are!”
We’re filling up days
On a dime.
That faraway shore’s
Looking not too far.
We’re following every star.
There’s not enough time!

Frank:
I called a producer.

Charley:
I sent off the one-act.

Mary:
I started the story.

Frank:
He said to come see him.

Charley:
I dropped out of college.

Mary:
I met this musician.

Frank:
I’m playing a nightclub.

Charley:
They’re doing my one-act.

Mary:
I’m working for redbook.

Frank:
I rewrote the ballad.

Mary:
I finished the story.

Charley:
We started rehearsals.

Mary:
I threw out the story
And then the musician,
I’m moving to popular science.

All:
We’re opening doors,
Singing, “look who’s here!”
Beginning to sail
On a dime.
That faraway shore’s
Getting very near!
We haven’t a thing to fear —
We haven’t got time!

Frank:
(spoken) how’s it coming?

Charley:
Good. You?

Frank:
Done.

Charley:
One minute…

Frank:
Hamburg heaven…

Mary:
Hi.

Frank:
Mary.

Charley:
Say hello.

Mary:
(sings) I got another job.

Frank:
(spoken) where?

Mary:
Chic.

Frank:
What’s that?

Mary:
A brand new concept:
Pop-up pictures.

Frank:
What about the book?

Mary:
What about the book?

Frank:
Did you give the publisher the book?

Mary:
Yes…

Frank:
Good…

Mary:
No…

Frank:
Mary…

Mary:
Look, i never —

Charley:
Finished!

Frank:
Let me call you back.

Mary:
Right.

Charley:
This is just a draft.

Frank:
Right.

Charley:
Probably it stinks.

Frank:
Right.

Charley:
I haven’t had the time to do a polish…

Frank:
Will you sing?

Charley:
Right!

Who wants to live in new york?
Who wants the worry,
The noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans
Clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do.

They’re always popping their cork —

The cops, the cabbies,
The salesgirls up at saks.
You gotta have a real taste for maniacs —
Suddenly I do!

Joe:
That’s great! That’s swell!
The other stuff as well.
It isn’t every day
I hear a score this strong
But fellas, if I may,
There’s only one thing wrong:

There’s not a tune you can hum.
There’s not a tune you go
Bum-bum-bum-di-dum —
You need a tune to go
Bum-bum-bum-di-dum —
Give me a melody!

Why can’t you throw ’em a crumb?
What’s wrong with letting ’em
Tap their toes a bit?
I’ll let you know when
Stravinsky has a hit —
Give me some melody!

Oh, sure, I know,
It’s not that kind of show.
But can’t you have a score
That’s sort of in between?
Look, play a little more,
I’ll show you what i mean…

Charley:
Who wants to live in new york?
I always hated the dirt, the heat, the noise.
But ever since I met you, I —

Joe:
Listen, boys,
Maybe it’s me,
But that’s just not a
Hum-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-able melody!

Write more, work hard,
Leave your name with the girl.
Less avant garde —
Leave your name with the girl.
Just write a plain old
Melodee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee…

Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee…

Charley:
They’re stopping rehearsals,
They ran out of money…

Mary:
We lasted one issue.
My book was rejected…

Frank:
The nightclub was raided.
I have to start coaching…

Mary:
My parents are coming.

Charley:
They screwed up the laundry.

Frank:
My wallet was stolen.

Mary:
I saw the musician.

Charley:
We’re being evicted.

Mary:
I’m having a breakdown.

All:
We’ll all get together on sunday.
They’re slamming the doors,
Singing, “go, away!”
It’s less of a sail
Than a climb.
That faraway shore’s
Farther every day.
We’re learning to ricochet…
We still have a lot to say…

Frank:
You know what we’ll do?

Charley:
(spoken) What?

Frank:
(sings) We’ll do a revue.

Charley:
(spoken) What?

Mary:
What?

Frank:
(sings) We’ll do a revue of our own!

Mary:
(spoken) What?

Charley:
Where?

Mary:
Why?

Charley:
When?

Frank:
Not just songs but stories,
Scenes, piano pieces, mime —

Charley:
Yeah!

Mary:
(pantomiming a sign) “Frankly Frank”…

Frank:
(sings) A showcase of our own!

Charley:
(spoken) Where?

Frank:
The club’s reopening.

Mary:
We’ll write a lot of new stuff —

Charley:
Rewrite old stuff —

Frank:
What about the girl?

Charley:
What about the girl?

Frank:
Only that we’re gonna need a girl.

Charley:
Well, mary —

Mary:
Thanks, i don’t perform except at dinner.

First girl:
Who wants to live in new york?
Who wants the worry,
The noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans clang —

(spoken) I can sing higher!

Frank:
(spoken) Thank you for coming. Next eight, please.

Second girl (Beth):
They’re always popping their cork —

Frank:
(spoken) Up a tone.

Beth:
— The cops, the cabbies,
The salesgirls up at saks —

Frank:
Up a tone.

Beth:
— you gotta have a real taste for maniacs —

Frank:
(spoken) Thank you. You’re hired.

Beth:
I’m beth.

Frank:
I’m frank.

Beth:
I really thought i stank.

Mary:
I’m mary.

Charley:
Charley.

Frank:
By the way,
I’m told we open saturday.

Others:
What?!

Mary:
You’re not serious!

Charley:
Nobody’s ready!

Frank:
Apparently somebody canceled a booking.

Charley:
The songs aren’t finished.

Mary:
And what about costumes?

Beth:
And how do i learn all these numbers?

Frank:
I’ll bring you the copies of everything
Later this evening.

Beth:
Okay, but I’ll have to have
All of the music and
Saturday i’ve got to sing at a wedding.
Oh god, is there dancing,
’cause i’m not a dancer…

Charley:
Not to mention I still haven’t finished
The synanon song or the kennedy number,
And what’ll we do about getting publicity,
Run around town putting stickers on windows?…

Frank:
You don’t have to, we’ll segue the end of it into the
Dance we cut out —
No, we’ll use it but not with the long
Introductions…

Mary:
And have we decided or not on the restaurant
Sketch?
I need two or three days at the least to replace it…

All:
We’ll worry about it on sunday!

We’re opening doors,
Singing, “here we are!”
We’re filling up days
On a dime.
That faraway shore’s
Looking not too far.
We’re following every star —
There’s not enough time!

We’re banging on doors,
Shouting, “here again!”
We’re risking it all
On a dime.
That faraway shore’s
Looking near again.
The only thing left is when.
We know we should count to ten —
We haven’t got time!
We haven’t got time!

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